It’s lovely to have a large park so close to home…so it’s also easy to pack a picnic lunch and go off on a Sunday, and look for a suitable spot:
Then settle down and start on the food:
I didn't like the first spot we chose as there were roads with traffic on all sides, and the river was a stagnant lake at that point; I wanted to hear the running water, and NOT hear the running traffic, so we moved (much to the disgust...and hunger...of D) to a spot where the Des Peres gently cascaded over the rocks...a soothing, gentle water-sound.
I wandered around as the others had a post-prandial nap.
A GREEN HERON fished in the water....
For some reason, at the first site, a decoy duck was floating around. I don't know why, because I am sure that duck hunting is not allowed in Forest Park...
Some beautiful flowers caught my eye:
The seeds gently floated down on the breeze, and settled on the clover that we were sitting on. Little flying feathers that carry creation within them:
Other families blew bubbles, a metaphor for all fleeting pleasures:
More evanescence, as a butterfly flitted and then settled briefly on the rocks:
On earlier visits, I had watched a convocation of starlings:
watched a female MALLARD watching me...
found an ant busy amongst the eggs (?) or berries on the underside of a leaf:
saw a golfer outlined in the gold of the evening light,practising:
Then, of course, the sunset happened, and I could not resist:
The sun went down, and we went home, happy and content:
Forest Park…a great place to have within 10 minutes’ walk from home!